Chosen

Chapter 5 - Watcher's POV

I saw the silhouette of her knife in the distinguishing glow of the lantern that sat right beside her. Chuckling quietly, I carefully climbed the tree I was standing beneath and nestled myself comfortably on a nice thick branch. I would wait for her. I had been watching her for two days now and I knew who she was the moment I laid eyes on her. Her thick mane of curly blonde hair looked just the same as her mother's.

I would watch. And I would wait. She is bound to fall asleep soon. Time ticked by slowly, but sure enough it wasn't long before I saw the knife fall from its upright position, and the lanterns flame finally disappeared. I climbed out of the tree slowly, and checked the pocket of my homespun shirt to make sure I had the tranquilizer I would need.

I crept closer to the tent, impressed by my ability to be so quiet. It was something my old man taught me years ago: always make sure nobody suspects you're coming. I slipped through the opening flaps of her tent carefully, and cursed myself silently as she started moving slightly. It was then that I noticed the faint bass line and the headphones stuck in her ears. Stupid girl.

She was so blissfully ignorant to the world around her, as I had always assumed she would be. Dad had been preparing me for this moment for months now. He frequently went into town and was known as a frequent visitor in the area. He was caught up on everyone and everything. He knew her schooling would lead her here, and he was right.

I pulled the tranquilizer from my pocket and made sure it was ready to be used. I wasn't going to just poke her while she slept, no, I planned on torturing her just a little before I used my precious little trick on her. I carefully pulled the headphones out of her ears, and hovered my hand directly above her mouth, ready to silence her if she started screaming.

I nudged her with the toe of my boot, at least three times before her eyes fluttered open and widened in surprise. I clamped my hand over her mouth, but to no avail. She didn't try to make one sound. Her frightened eyes had softened into curiosity, and she looked as though she was more than willing to comply with whatever I would say.

This sparked my own curiosity, but also angered me. I lived for the fear in their eyes from the moment I captured them, to the moment they realized their fate, to the moment they took their last breaths. And this stupid girl had the audacity to not be afraid! How dare she!

I wrapped my hand around her neck and started choking her, enjoying the moment as the fear crept back into her eyes. Her tiny hands started to claw desperately at mine wrapped around her throat, but she still never tried to mutter a single word. I leaned in closely and inhaled her scent. She smelled like vanilla, which told me that she was wearing the same perfume her mother had worn for over twenty years.

"You wanted to know what was out here, didn't you? Come with me and find out." I released my grip on her throat and sat back, the tranquilizer hiding behind my back.

Blair nodded slowly and sat up. "Y-yes, I want to know. I need to know."

She was still scared, which made a sense of excitement course through my body. I love it when they are scared.

"Then come with me, Blair."

She gasped in horror and shrieked. "How do you know my name? Get away from me!"

Blair tried to dash out of the tent, but I was much faster and smarter than she was. I stuck the needle in her neck and her body immediately froze up as the tranquilizer's effect started to take over. "H-help..."

Her words were barely a whisper. Within seconds she was knocked out, and a whole hell of a lot of dead weight I had to drag around. I grabbed the disposable cell phone that was in my back pocket and dialed the only number I ever used it for.

I could hear the truck rumble to life as my dad gruffly answered. "You got that girl yet son?"

"Yes sir. We need to move quickly, she has a lot of stuff and who knows how long this tranquilizer will really subdue her. She's a fighter."

I closed the cell phone without another word, there was no need for goodbyes. Less than a minute later I heard the truck rumbling through the woods, sneaking closer to us. As the truck came into view, I worked quickly gathering all of her things so that we could throw it all in the bed of the truck and get home before she was able to wake up.

Dad hopped out of the truck and we loaded everything. As I put the last of her things in the truck bed, he wrapped her hands and feet in rope, and taped her mouth closed. In the glow of the moonlight, I took the time to really look at her face. She was stunning, every single thing about her. Her big curly hair, her sweet rosy cheeks. I couldn't wait to make her my wife.